UBIQUITOUS

Images 
led 

from the channeled winds

A canal of birthrights

body.  

Another’s crude fingerprint

On the first to go

Becoming smaller

 

Bruised leaves

fungi

The particular

contractions.

 

Park paths. 

The yellow

slicker 

Others for ourselves

 

II

The cobbled street ran along a canal

A man was going into one

Of the yellow buildings

He hung up his raincoat

Sat down at the chair by the door

And peeled off his galoshes

He had passed no one on the street

And the office was empty

There was a coffee machine down the hall

 

III

Call it hazing

Or a military’s gauntlet

No joke.

 

The 1^st Instance

Entirely undivided

Before you pull apart

 

Sugared cinnamon

Fried dough

Loose change

In the Alphabet

alone.

Absolute

nothingness

with only a heart

made malignant

by divers spirits

passing elusive will

around words writ

that we do

Love

a little help here

what a mess

in a crowd

wants and remains

SIDEWAYS

Nothing works here

As quickly as the mind

Hurries along thoughts

The electric goes out

Filleted and breaded

white fish scraps floating

in a blue soup - 

Poisoned health

Her parents had wanted to meet me

They laid towels out

on the Queen's bed

in the attic

The surprise, an argument,

Our parting:

I always expected the body to end

Sideways

At the edge of the universe.

Once more, it's fall.

I stand in front of the window

On and off all day

Hoping to catch a glimpse

Of meaning.

In the absence of light.

Only days ago,

The change in seasons

Teased me.